damn tired. a looong loooong day at work exacerbated by the fact i had to count money this morning, about 4 times till i got the same number twice. counting coins is no joke. fucking sickening. and then time decided to slow down today. usually, a 7-2 shift flies by. today, i was close to throwing in the towel before 1230. and it didn't help i felt like throwing up most of the shift, but visits to the toilet were useless. and no, i'm not particularly eager to dig down my own throat.
and then, finally, at 2, i scooted out of the store, and was really really excited abt getting home to sleep. i'm tired to my bones. and then some stuff happens just as i leave the store. feeling ambivalence to that. except you're a little under the weather and that sucks. i do pray you'll sleep the bug away and get well well well.
so anyways, i take 65, alight at a pretty obscure bus-stop, but a bus stop nonetheless. 10mins later, i see my bus approach, i get up, and flag it down. as the bus drives into the bus stop, i'm looking at something on the ground. and the fucking driver drives right off. fuck you driver #1. here i am, tired and peeved and in no mood whatsoever to entertain anyone.
so i continue waiting. then 3 buses come along, my bus right at the back. the first bus is a double bus, nice and tall and in the fucking way. the 2nd bus doesn't take me home. the 3rd bus, i didn't see. until it fucking drove off without sparing a thought for poor old me, who happened to be waiting for it. fuck you driver #2.
SBS needs to pay a little more attention to the people they hire. bus capts shld come with some common sense. really. and a little consideration will be nice. ugh. what a bad bad day. i just want to sleep until the end of tmr, cos i have a looong looooooong day in school tmr. ugh.
since i'm enthusiastically dishing out fuck-you's, fuck you nasty wisma customers. really, i was alone in the store when a whole hoard of you came from nowhere, all needing drinks. if i were an amoeba, you might have had your drinks sooner. and really, staring me down did nothing to speed up the binary fission that clearly was not going to take place. staring me down, was in fact, rude and unnecessary, especially at 930 in the morning. but thank you God, for making the bank empty so edwin could be back fast enough to help.
i'm tired and cranky and i'm going to sleep. plus, i'm going to turn off my phone so no one can bug me.
before i go though, isn't it amazing how there's a song for every single thing in the whole big world? today's song of the day, for me, is Gavin DeGraw's Crush.
